This takes place in Sean's brain, AFTER the whole fiasco with Sam and the Council Meeting
That demon that I encountered with Sam brought up some memories later, after the Council meeting, that I'd forgotten I had.
It was very early on, I didn't realize I'd actually put them to memory.
"Sean, just hold still-"
"But Uncle.. it hurts.."
"I know it does, mate, but just hold on, this won't take long..."
I remember wincing at the pain of the stitches in my foot. I think I'd gotten the injury, stepping out of the bloodbath into the cold world beyond.
I'd called one of my relatives, not knowing how foolish a mistake I'd made.
He was slaughtered about 6 weeks after my arrival, while I was out of the house.
Again, I was missed.
And again.. I sorely wished I wasn't.
I ordered myself not to cry, even though the tears welled in my eyes against my will.
The scar was still there, on my left foot..though it wasn't noticable. The nerves stung when I recalled the memory, almost as if I were reliving the pain itself.
Maybe I was..maybe I'd buried these things so deep..that I had to relive them over again, this time to never be repressed, never to be forgotten.
I plowed through book after book, still finding no trace of the spell my mother had used.
Not even the TYPE of spell she'd used.
But I'll never give up the search, for any clue, even if it plunges me into a Hell in which I don't want to remember...
I can't. For my family's sake.
I have to do something to avenge them! And to think, this entire time..I've been doing nothing.
No more.
I can't just sit around and ignore the fact that their killer is still at large. Those sort of demons don't usually get noticed by Slayers.
I know.
But, I can't just keep dwelling on this. I'll go mad. Sometimes.. I think I already am..
I have to do something. Possibly helping Triffy will help me in a way, help me regain a part of myself that I thought I'd lost.
My hope.
It was very early on, I didn't realize I'd actually put them to memory.
"Sean, just hold still-"
"But Uncle.. it hurts.."
"I know it does, mate, but just hold on, this won't take long..."
I remember wincing at the pain of the stitches in my foot. I think I'd gotten the injury, stepping out of the bloodbath into the cold world beyond.
I'd called one of my relatives, not knowing how foolish a mistake I'd made.
He was slaughtered about 6 weeks after my arrival, while I was out of the house.
Again, I was missed.
And again.. I sorely wished I wasn't.
I ordered myself not to cry, even though the tears welled in my eyes against my will.
The scar was still there, on my left foot..though it wasn't noticable. The nerves stung when I recalled the memory, almost as if I were reliving the pain itself.
Maybe I was..maybe I'd buried these things so deep..that I had to relive them over again, this time to never be repressed, never to be forgotten.
I plowed through book after book, still finding no trace of the spell my mother had used.
Not even the TYPE of spell she'd used.
But I'll never give up the search, for any clue, even if it plunges me into a Hell in which I don't want to remember...
I can't. For my family's sake.
I have to do something to avenge them! And to think, this entire time..I've been doing nothing.
No more.
I can't just sit around and ignore the fact that their killer is still at large. Those sort of demons don't usually get noticed by Slayers.
I know.
But, I can't just keep dwelling on this. I'll go mad. Sometimes.. I think I already am..
I have to do something. Possibly helping Triffy will help me in a way, help me regain a part of myself that I thought I'd lost.
My hope.